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of-bitches thrown in." He grinned and looked at Mr. Munn
sidewise. "Not even for the purpose of burning tobaccc
warehouses, which is a thing to make the heavenly choir tune
up. But "—he hesitated, his eyes following the marching
men appraisingly—" the next fellow up and does a trick like
that, busting in that saloon, and it's gonna be me or him.
Next Wednesday when we hit Morganstown, it'll be different,
or 111 know why."

"Well," Mr. Munn rejoined, "otherwise I guess we've had
plenty of luck. So far."

"Boy, we had plenty," Doctor MacDonald declared. "Not
a word getting out, nothing."

Mr. Munn watched the flames. They rose straight upward
now. " One piece," he said, " was the wind dying down. We
didn't burn up the town."

"For a minute there," Doctor MacDonald said, "it looked
like we might have to untie the boys down at the fire depart-
ment. Just after we'd got 'em all nice and quiet and resigned
to their condition." He looked at his watch. The last column
was approaching. Then, with a different voice, he com-
manded: "Give 'em half an hour, or better. In fifteen
minutes my boys will start out; we're going out and hit
Jefferson on the edge of town. The same time you start out
north on Jefferson, Sills will be going out south."

" I don't reckon on any trouble," Mr. Munn said.

" No, it looks now like all that home guard stuff was hot
air." Doctor MacDonald lifted his reins. " So long," he said,
nodded to the two masked men who accompanied him, and
touched his mount's flank. He and the two men moved
briskly off, southward down Jefferson. Mr. Munn decided
that he must be going to give Sills his last directions.

The head of the column was well up Jefferson Street now,
to the north. The men were singing. They sang, " The old
grey mare . . ." and the reports of guns punctuated their
voices. Some of the men straggling at the end of the column
were firing at the glass of show windows of the stores.

"The God-damn fools," Mr. Munn exclaimed.